1983 Bangor Maine It was hardly the place for a woman, Amy deduced as she slowly walked across the garage floor of John Carrey's trucking company. Several big rigs sat in the bays in various levels of disassembly. Some had mechanics toiling on their engines, while others had mechanics lying on their backs turning wrenches underneath the drive lines and rear...
****************** Written by a man, for a woman My second story. Written for someone who had given a prompt. The prompt: Basically, I'm stuck on a long ass flight. Fortunately, it's a private flight, with a private stewardess, you, who has a sexy Australian accent and a sexy stewardess outfit. She gave me the following description of herself, which I...
I got off the airplane at Reno, made the long trip up the concourse, down the escalators, then walked to the baggage claim area. Darin, my driver was waiting as usual. He knows me so he doesn't bother to stand there holding the silly little signs most of them do. "Did you have a good trip, Dan?" he asked me, holding out his hand. "Yes, it was normal, nice...
"Damn it! Now you are not cutting that tree down!" I yelled from my porch for the fourth time. There was a woman and two men about to cut the tree down that stood on the right side of our yard. One of the men, the taller one, had had enough of my mouth and tore off his goggles and angrily came towards me. I walked down the porch steps to meet him, to show hi...
It had been a long, bumpy flight, I hadn't slept, and I was feeling skeevy around the edges. Needed something to hone that edge off, so I stopped at an old friend's up in Laurel Canyon before going to my hotel and picked up a few joints. Decent stuff, but I wished I'd brought my tin from New York – unfortunately, not with airport security these days. Anyway...
As you will recall in Chapter 02, I had lost my job because I had slept with Morgan from the payroll company. Everything soon worked out and I got my job back and was able to bed both Becky and Morgan at the same time. This story picks up two weeks later. * Since I had only been away from the office for a week, I did not have too much trouble getting back...
Chapter 1 Hell on earth is a crowded subway train at 6:00 a.m. in the morning, Adele thought, looking at the bent heads and blank faces of her fellow straphangers. She rode the number two train downtown to 23rd Street, where she played executive assistant to her psychotic boss: Mindy Corentini. Mindy was a trust fund baby. The only child of Apollo Corenti...
In order to determine who to promote among many qualified candidates, the VP had organized a swinging party. The first round proceeded extremely well. Now with the participants were revving their engines for round two. "If anyone is in dire need after round one, we have a dish full of what my local bootlegger tells me are fairly "genuine" Viagra pills," Mr...
1: Crook of a Finger Where I grew up it was unthinkable that one would find a partner that was different from the acceptable norms: very white, very Christian, and responsible with a solid future. Growing up, I dressed conservatively, limited my friends to the "good girls" and, I think, acquired a reputation for being strait-laced and plain. My father, th...
"Hi Sweety, I'm glad you're home!" Oh things were looking up! I had the crappiest day. I spilled my coffee on my pants at breakfast, and had to go change before going to work. When I changed out of my paints I. Noticed the shirt was stained too, and had to take the time to change it and add a different tie. So I left for work late, which had me going a bit...